“Honey, we’re pregnant.” Jess couldn’t believe she was saying these words. She forced a smile as Ethan sat down beside her. He looked so shocked that for a moment she felt hope rise within her. Maybe he wouldn’t want to keep the kid.

“Are… are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure. I’ve been to see the doctor and everything. We’re having a baby.”

And then all hope died as he said the two magic words:

“That’s great!”

After that Jess didn’t hear much. So he was happy. That was good. At least one of them should be. Jess had never liked children. They were sticky little monsters; always asking questions, throwing tantrums and, god help her, crapping themselves. Ethan was the one who wanted children. She had just hoped that if she kept secretly taking the pill he might give up, think maybe he was the problem and they could get on with their lives. Be happy together.

She looked down as Ethan put his head to her stomach and said:

“Hello little baby. I’m you’re daddy and I will always be there for you. Always.”